Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Old Friends


There was a time not so long ago when using up the last of something precious and irreplaceable would cause a twinge of regret in my heart. Not so much anymore. I learned something some time ago, something important, a lesson taught to me by a few good friends, and a few years experience, and that is that you just have to let go of special things, use 'em up, lavish yourself or a friend with them. What am I talking about? Antique sandalwood oil. I used up the last 10 mls of my antique Magnus, Mabee & Reynard sandalwood oil in a delectable new skin care elixir I made for The Scented Djinn Etsy Shop. I can't wait to smear it on my face after a shower as it acts like a perfume, a simple, single note (not really, there's a pinch of aged patchouli in the mix as well) perfume, not to mention how great it feels on my skin. I usually use about a half teaspoon of plain organic extra virgin olive oil to moisturize my face and it's worked wonders, but this new elixir is like skin nirvana, and did I mention it has a lot of that antique sandalwood in it? It does. And organic hemp seed oil and organic sunflower oil. I have some up on sale at the Etsy shop, but I've reserved a few for personal use, and I'm going to be one sad lady when I run out. I can make the elixir's base again, for sure, but I can't replace the antique sandalwood in there. Maybe next time I'll use neroli or a new sandalwood or frankincense and myrrh. Stuff that's good for the skin. So I'm not really upset or bummed out that I used up the last of that antique sandalwood - it's going to a good cause, my old wrinkled face! I'm not upset because there's always something new just around the corner, some other vintage aromatic to lavish praise and pay homage to, something else to covet for a bit, then release into the universe so someone else can maybe relish and covet it a while as well. I mean, really, what else was I going to do with it? Eat it? Oh, yeah, I do do that! I did use about 5 drops of the same antique sandalwood to "flavor" a batch of butter toffee praline candy I made for Thanksgiving. It was like eating a piece of heaven.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Dear Santa


It's been years --decades!-- since I wrote a Dear Santa letter, and I felt it was high time to do one again. It's only been a few years since my youngest children penned a DS letter, something which we encouraged all our children to do. Of course they knew there wasn't a Santa Claus, but the exercise reminded them that it was time to sort out their priorities and make sure that they expressed as clearly as possible what they wanted for Christmas. They were given exactly one week to "edit" their letters before we ceremoniously dumped them into the counter at the post office. I remember laughing hysterically after reading some of these letters~ "Dear Santa, please bring me a pair of snake fur boots . . .", and "Dear Santa, I would like a sword, not a real sword, but a fake sword, made with real metal that can cut and everything. The plastic one you gave me last year broke when I whacked my brother on the back with it. I promise not to hurt anyone with it because I know it is dangerous and not really a toy, and my mom and Papa would ground me until I was dead if I mess with it. I just want to hang it on my wall to scare my brothers."

Here is my letter to Santa:

"Dear Santa,

Please bring me peace, and a bottle of L'Artisan's Tea for Two, the big bottle as I have a few friends I wish to share it with and it will "go" very fast. So, big bottle. Also, if you can manage, please bring me clarity, and a tin of China Jasmin Organic from Upton Tea (as you can see, they are sold out at the moment, but I'm sure you can use your elf magic to make this work, thanks). I would also like a Two Ounce (165 ml) Tabletop Tamisium n-Butane Extractor, so I can finally chuck the PVC pipe and Pyrex dish in the garbage. I know it's pricey, but I'd be more than happy to send you a bit of whatever I extract as payback. I think Mrs. Claus might like that. Think about the wife, man. Happy wife, happy life, yeah? See? We both win on this deal. Please, if it's not too much trouble, bring me a big box of patience as my old box is nigh empty, and toss in a burlap sack of some Omani luban. The last little bit of luban tears I have are in a tin, the same one I hide my "mad money" ~ everywhere I go, when I spend my mad money, the clerks tell me, "Your money smells so nice!" Yes, and it's a blessing, too, so throw it on the ground and roll all over it. The tin is nearly empty -- of tears and money. I digress, Santa, I apologize. Luban. From Oman. Just the resin, I'll take over after that, no need for distillation on your end. And also, I would like some happiness to share with my friends and family. Yes, that would be nice. A vat of happiness, and one of these. Marcia told me about this and I'm so excited. I want to make some really fabulous smelly things. If you can't find one, this will suffice, at least for making some nice hydrosols so Tonie will stop reminding me of my potato water patchouli hydrosol (ugh!). Again, Mrs. Claus is welcome to whatever comes from the receiver. I think that's it for now, Santa. Remember, I have a week to edit, so don't rush yet.

xo

j"



photos: L'Artisan's Tea for Two; Norman Rockwell's Santa

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving

For the first time in over ten years, we will be spending Thanksgiving elsewhere. I cannot stress how good it feels to be responsible only for a side dish or treat for the day's meal instead of the whole enchilada. For the first time in years, I'm actually watching the Thanksgiving Day parade, or parts of it anyway. For the first time in years, I'm speculating what candy to bring, will it be the patchouli'd pralines or the sandalwood white chocolate brickle? Or both? Perhaps. But I have time to think on it. To mull the possibilities. To be creative in an unhurried manner. I was so stressed yesterday doing the pre-Thanksgiving dinner (which ALL the children attended and loved as a 22 lb turkey is gone and no one took home a plate or bags of food), that I burned an entire sheet of homemade rolls. It was the second in the oven, so we had at least the first yummy sheet, but I never burn the rolls. Well, until now.

So, I'm giving thanks that I'm off the hook for the real event; giving thanks that I am at liberty to whip up something lush and decadent with perfumery to feed the uninitiated; I am giving a big, big thanks that today is a day free from stress, and giving thanks that my children and their families and a few friends were able to attend a dinner with us, all together. Wonderful.

Bon Appetit!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Thanksgiving

We're celebrating Thanksgiving a day early here. Conflicting schedules and numerous invitations to dine with extended family have prompted this unofficial date change. The turkey has been brining for over 12 hours now, the ham is in the oven, the pies were done early this morning (early, like 1am), and all the rest will be finished up over the course of the next few hours. For once, I get to sit with my feet up and watch brain numbing football games on Thanksgiving Day instead of standing over a stove, watching a timer and coordinating what goes in and out of the oven at what time, etc. And I feel neglectful of my perfuming duties. I dreamed of nutmegs last night. Sprinkling it atop nog, throwing a dash into a homemade potato soup, rubbing the spice on my wrists. Years ago I visited a "witch shop" wherein the owners of the shop, a couple, were arguing about the abortive qualities of nutmeg, was it 2 tsp or 2 TBLS that caused a miscarriage, or was it a whole, unground seed? Sadly, the discussion was of a personal nature as the woman was clearly very pregnant, and the man was clearly not happy about it. As fortune would have it, the resultant child is in her late 20's, married and planning her own family now -- with someone who isn't suggesting she choke down a barrel full of nutmeg powder. So, back to the finer qualities of nutmeg, for example, how sensual it smells, how magical, when blended with equally sensual and magical scents, like sandalwood, or tea rose, or osmanthus. I'm afraid I may overdose on nutmeg today as it is primary in my mind -- add it to the jus from the ham and baste? Mix it with the herbs and poke them up the turkey's bottom? I promise, I won't go too heavy on the nutmeg. My mother-in-law is coming over and we wouldn't want to have her dancing the Charleston to Like a G6 whilst waving a turkey leg over her head.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Positive Earth


Positive Earth is a new shop on Etsy which provides lush and beautiful natural skincare ~ the descriptions of the products are sublime,

"Alas Poor Yorick! I knew him...
Bless your skin with this indulgent mixture of Organic Wheat Bran, Organic Raw Honey, Organic Coconut Butter, and Myrrh Essential Oil. Polishes and moisturizes deeply, smells rich and ancient. This doughy paste is so yummy that I decided on the pure simplicity of Myrrh, and it is a perfect admixture.
Tuzzah!"

Go get you some!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Cats & Long Sleeves & Bleeding Labels

There used to be a section in the course workbook indicating that long, loose sleeves should not be worn while creating perfume. Why? Because perfume creation, though usually conducted in one place, and as a relatively low-impact type endeavor, requires some reaching. Reaching with long, loose sleeved clothing is dangerous. Not nuclear power plant meltdown dangerous, but loss of $200 USD worth of rose damascena dangerous. Or, You'll-Never-Get-The-Smell-Of-Cocoa-Absolute-Off-Your-Robe-No-Matter-How-Many-Times-You-Wash-It-In-Vinegar dangerous. I've removed that section from the course workbook, but I'm rethinking my decision in light of recent events. Like the drenching of my fuzzy robe sleeve in cocoa and cilantro and basil and rose . . . the accidental dipping of the other sleeve into beeswax and sunflower oil and aromatics creating this perfume, this delicious multi-faceted perfume that exists nowhere on earth but on my sleeves, a perfume that I catch whiffs of while typing or reading or sipping tea.

Cats. With the recent change in weather from dry cold to drippy, wet cold, the cats' habits have changed as well. No more do they wander the backyard looking for places to hide from one another for a sneak attack, no more do they lie on the wooden bench to lavish themselves in the warm rays of the sun. No. They've taken these rituals indoors, conducting sneak attacks from across the workbench, knocking bottles and vials and dilutions to the floor, scattering ribbons and wrapping paper, tipping over stacks of books, and generally causing chaos in the studio. What is it about this space that cats so love? Why aren't they beating each other up under the sofa or swatting at the lacy frills of the afghan hanging over the back of the recliners in the family room? Why aren't they snoozing quietly in the warm spot I just left in the bed? Why have they taken to climbing up walls and over high hanging shelves?! One of the cats, the normally shy and calm Panda, tried pulling a framed poster off the studio wall! She gave it her best effort until I caught her, the noise of books sliding off the desk and bottles banging into one another alerting me to her frantic hopping, her claws grasping to the ledge of the poster frame. The cats are banished (again) from the studio, quickly darting through the room so as not to get caught before retiring to rip apart the garage, one dangling lamp wire at a time.

With all this tipping and toppling, falling and crashing, there is bound to be a little leakage. Enter the dreaded bleeding labels. Duh duh Dummmmm! I think most of us at this point in our perfuming careers have mastered the art of taping down labels, both to prevent them from slipping off the bottle, and to protect them from any potential solventy like spills that can smear and smudge the writing on the labels, creating a bleeding label effect, which leads to illegibility, which lead to the inevitable 'wtf is this?!' moment. Sometimes it is unavoidable, even with smear-proof paper and tape, labels can still fade and bleed away. All that information lost -- the aromatic's name, dilution ratio, code # or reference, poof! Fortunately, that hasn't happened. My labels are, for the most part, legible, though slightly smeary and smudged. The solution is to make a new label, and yell at the flippin' cats . . . again.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Enter For Your Chance to Win Soap!

I'm still running the soap giveaway here -- two bars of Pink Grapefruit soap. Follow this link to enter.

Much luck!

Friday, November 19, 2010

Art Show Tomorrow November 20, 10 am to 4 pm


Tomorrow I showcase The Scented Djinn, and Natural Botanical Perfumery, at the 4th annual Madera County Arts Council's Holiday Art Affair featuring over 30 artists and fine crafters selling original works. There is also going to be a book signing by children's author Monica Montelongo, and illustrator Rosemary Montelongo, as well as music, food, and youth art education. This event will be held tomorrow, November 20th from 10 am to 4 pm at the Circle Gallery (mall) at 1653 N. Schnoor Avenue, Madera, CA (for more information call 559-661-7005). It's supposed to rain. But! The Scented Djinn's wares will be under the porch on the north strip of offices, right on the end.

Even with the rain in the forecast, I'm still very much looking forward to this event. I'm hoping to talk to some young people about perfumery and perhaps garner some interest there. If you are able to make it out to Madera for this event, please stop by and say hello.

Painting by Bristow, Madera County Arts Council, Circle Gallery

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Frenzy

It must be the moon or the season or the creative juices just began to flow and decided to become a deluge with no end ~ I've begun a campaign of creation, a simple series of solid parfums in glass pots using reformulated formulations from the Delicia days and beyond. The first two of the simple series are a lovely sweet floral and a Yule-worthy woods. The floral was known in the old days as Marguerite, and she was built using only six essences ~ patchouli, vanilla, mimosa, rose otto and bergamot. She is rich and floral and sweet and earthy all at once. The other, the Yule woods fragrance is built using only seven essences ~ blue hemlock, fir balsam, silver fir, juniper berry, galbanum, vintage nutmeg and an organic santal. It smells of the cold winter breeze through the high branches of evergreens and the sweet creamy spice of nog. The next to be formulated for the simple series is a frankincense, myrrh, opoponax and spikenard solid. Four different frankincenses, two different myrrhs, one opoponax and one 'nard. And then maybe the fragrance formerly known as Hot Buttered Hippy made with patchouli, butter CO2 and vanilla. See? Simple.

Creation in and of itself is inspiration. It seems that once the cycle begins, it continues of its own volition. That's what is happening to me now. After being in a creative funk for months, it is refreshing to be working with intent again. When the spark was lit is anybody's best guess -- maybe it happened when I received one after another of custom perfume orders over the summer. Or maybe it happened because, in my mind anyway, October is the beginning of the year, a time for fresh starts and new beginnings.

Toying with creating a kyphi eau de parfum using the aged and gooey calimyrna fig tincture hidden away in the cabinet of aromatics in place of raisins . . . and there is one more custom yet to be made, a parfum for a bellydancer, something sensual and bold.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Parma Natural Botanical Parfum Extrait


Well, she is done. I must confess, she's been sitting on the back burner for a couple of years, built up from her "mock violet" days into something a bit more substantial. And so going against my usual Perisan/Middle Eastern method of naming perfumes, I've gone with the simple moniker "Parma" ~ because that is what she is! There is even a lovely delicate Parma violet tincture in this extrait (yes, extrait!) But you won't find Parma on Etsy ~ no, I've reserved the more pricey and rare parfums and extraits for listing on ArtFire. Fresh start for the new logo, new perfume launch all at once. The Etsy site will still be viable and will include all the perfumes and such listed there now, plus the usual balms and butters and soaps and scrubs and whathaveyou. Until I change my fickle mind.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Parma Violet Honey Butter

I am always working on blending perfume into food somehow, though I don't always write about my experiments as they don't all work out how I envision they would. This latest experiment, however, has worked out -- beautifully. So I'll share.

Parma Violet Honey Butter came about because I've been working on a violet themed parfum for the past few weeks, a reworking of Ianthe the Violet Nymph, which is a reworking of a "mock violet" built in 2008, into something more robust and sensual; an attempt at putting a little va-va-va-voom into violet. Since I am almost always thinking of cooking with perfumery ingredients, it seemed only natural that I'd test a few drops of the new violet parfum extrait in . . . something! There was a fresh carton of heavy cream in the refrigerator and a few tablespoons of local orange blossom honey left in the canning jar, and I remembered having so much fun with my kids when they were little teaching them how to make butter, so that was the direction in which the scenting project went.

Recipe for Parma Violet Honey Butter

6 - 8 oz heavy whipping cream
2 - 3 tablespoons honey
4 - 6 drops Parma Parfum Extrait (or any Natural Botanical Perfume that is safe for this type of consumption)

Pour heavy whipping cream, honey and Natural Botanical Perfume into a glass jar with a lid, leaving about 1/3 of the jar empty for shaking purposes. Shake for 15-20 minutes until the butter separates from the fluid (you will recognize this when after the mixture feels sluggish and fluid it suddenly seems to spring free and knocks back and forth in the jar -- the knocking is the butter having separated from the cream). Pour off the fluid into another jar and save it to flavor Earl Grey tea; keep the butter portion in the shaking jar or place on a pretty serving plate and cover with waxed paper. Spread the butter over fresh toast, on bagels, on scones hot from the oven, over pancakes -- on anything you might normally spread butter.

If you plan to do this, use perfumery in food, remember to use only those which are known to be safe and preferably natural. You wouldn't want to do this with Chanel No5.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Getting Busy

Life as a working perfumer is a juggling act no matter what time of year, but during the holiday season, it's as if the balls in the air have caught fire and someone off to the side has surreptitiously thrown in a few extra, just in case juggling systematically wasn't enough of a challenge.

The art show on the 20th isn't giving me fits as it had been. I'm building up stock and tracking down which notebook holds what perfume that made it through trials but never quite made it into production with a mind toward perhaps finally putting that particular perfume into production. My notebook entries are funny sometimes -- there will be an entry with 15 or 20 different elements, each taking a place on the scale; head, heart, bottom, and an end entry dated a week or so later with statements like, "Sucks! Tossed it . . . NEXT!", "Floral, nice, fresh, stinky . . . okay, not great, but okay. Give it some alone time.", "GARBAGE!", "Smells sour", "Smells f**king awesome!", and "Yessssss!" ~ those with positive remarks make it to real evaluations, the rest get tossed or reworked. Not entirely scientific, is it?

And with juggling that bit of life, there's also family life and the curve balls that come with that; school meetings due to dress code violations (wearing a plain black beanie in cold weather is frowned upon, apparently), doctor's appointments, the constant list of "Mom, I need (fill in the blank) or life will end as we know it", out-of-the-blue bills, nosy neighbors, Jehovah's Witnesses at the door every Tuesday, that funny noise coming from the engine compartment of the Kia . . . it just goes on forever. Perfume and all its related activities keeps me sane. Sort of sane. More sane than usual?

I've been experimenting with solvent extraction. It's a bit crude and somewhat dangerous, and I'm still working out the kinks, but hopefully it will be perfected in time to write about it in the new course book/workbook. I have a bucket of frankincense resin that I'd like to distill this winter and perhaps include a little step-by-step pictorial of the process for the book as well. I have a bad habit of forgetting to take pictures of the distillation process because I'm usually so focused on making sure that everything is clean and perfect and ready to go that picture-taking isn't even a thought. Not until I'm finished and I smack myself in the forehead for forgetting again.

Solid perfumes seem to be the "thing" I'm focused on most right now as far as parfum goes. Someone special wrote me a private note the other day asking if I'm going back to my Blair Witch roots with the dark blog and the dark cameo photography and all the cremes and solids and unguents. I guess I am. It is the dark time of year, and I have been referred to as the dark moon witch on occasion, so, yes, perhaps I am going retro. I know that I have been thinking quite a lot about the old store and Sierra Soapourri, the way the butters and balms and solid perfumes came from the ether, manifested and left into the world. In a way, I guess that's kind of magical. Rootwork is in the air . . .

The art show is coming up, then the holiday rush, then a protracted post-holiday buzz as people pick up the things they wanted but didn't get, then all goes quiet around March. Or maybe it's just me who goes quiet -- I'm at my most productive this time of year because it seems right to be, not just because the holidays are upon us, though that might have some small minuscule bearing on the situation. All I know is that I feel antsy, like I need to get busy.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Hydrosol Giveaway at LPR

Le Parfumeur Rebelle's November 2010 giveaway is sponsored by Dabney Rose, distiller of fine hydrosols. The prize to the winner is a bottle of her luscious Cacao Hydrosol. Click here to enter.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Soap Giveaway

Don't forget OTA is hosting a soap giveaway -- two bars of deliciously fragrant Pink Grapefruit soap made with organic oils ~ to enter, click here.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Sahar Made Scent Hive's Holiday Gift Guide List!






Yep. Sahar. A perfume created by The Scented Djinn (my alter-ego), made it onto Scent Hive's Holiday Gift Guide list this year.




I'm stoked!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Parfum Oils and the Bottles They Live Within


I've gone back to my roots with the production of more parfum oils, solids, butters, soaps, powders, masques, incense -- the things that were staple products at Sierra Soapourri and then later at Delicia. So, of course, wanting to kind of streamline the new look to reflect the new logo and "feel" at The Scented Djinn, I went in search of unique bottles to house the parfum oils. I had this idea to use simple clear glass bottles with metal screw on caps and decorate the bottle with a complicated knot system on top and sealing the ends of the knot on the bottle itself with sealing wax. I recently began putting this idea into motion and was sorely, very sorely, disappointed to find that the bottles I'd ordered for the task leaked -- terribly. No matter how tightly the bottles were closed, they leaked. Almost as if the caps were not exactly meant for that bottle. I've scrapped that idea and may be going back to something I used at the beginning of Delicia, little blue teardrop bottles (but I think I'll go with the green this time 'round). I know they're simple, and they don't come from some fancy French bottle making company, and they don't cost a fortune (only half a fortune) but they work! I still have some alcohol-based perfume housed in those particular bottles that haven't leaked or evaporated, despite the fact that they've 'been' for about six years now, and have suffered more than a couple shuffling, thumping relocations. Perhaps the clear glass bottles can be used for loose incense or densely perfumed powders.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Invocations and Pomeriggio



Ah. Ana's at it again. She's created these two superb (as if she'd do anything but) soaps ~ Bon Pomeriggio Sapone and Divina Invocazione Sapone ~ that are absolutely the most stunning creations to come from a soap pot ever. First, let me start with the Pomeriggio ~ scrumptious, delectable, delicious, drool-worthy, kiss-yer-mama-on-the-lips-and-dance-naked-in-an-orange-orchard crazy. I opened the box the soaps came in and unwrapped and unwrapped for what seemed an eternity, from folds of brown paper, impatiently unrolling and digging because I could smell them before I saw them and the paper went on forever-- and then there they were, just heaving with scent, almost alive they were! Orangey bronze slices with oozy dark chocolate embedded in the top. Food. Skin food. I sliced off a piece for my son who attempted to hide an entire bar, and he immediately ran for the shower. Thirty minutes later he came back, smiling a big Cheshire cat grin, and I asked him, "Well? How was it?" and he replied, still smiling like mad, "Oh, I can't even tell you. You have to go do it yourself." Though he told me nothing, that statement spoke volumes. Second, Divina Invocazione Sapone is frankincense and myrrh, deep and resinous, golden and rich, bits of crackling melted resin embedded everywhere. The scent, oh, the scent, is miraculous. Well, yes, it's frankincense and myrrh, but it's lots and lots of frankincense and myrrh! This is a bath tub soap, definitely. No quick shower will do it justice. You must stew in this magical potion, read a book by beeswax candlelight and dream big, big dreams.

Herbs


I've lately been intrigued by the fresh, lively scent of green herbs like cilantro, basil, mint and, though not technically an herb, rose geranium. Cilantro in particular imparts a fresh, crisp foodie layer over darker, deeper scents like patchouli and sandalwood. Cilantro with tobacco is mouth-watering, as I discovered by accident whilst digging in the back of the aromatic treasures cabinet. I was working with cilantro, building a solid version of Khamsa (eau fraiche, though that moniker hardly applies now that it's a solid -- Khamsa Drool-Down-The-Front-of-Your-Shirt Extrait is more like it), when I brushed against an old bottle of tobacco absolute, getting a little leaked absolute on the tip of my finger. The scent wafting around me was intoxicating. Then, just to see if this light/dark, opposites attract phenomenon reached toward other dark essences, I did a back and forth waft between cilantro and oakmoss. Again, that mouth-watering effect. So now I know that cilantro is a perfect host to patchouli, the darker and older the better, sandalwood, oakmoss and tobacco. Basil loves cocoa, and light vetyvers; mint, in small doses, loves just about everyone, much like rose g. I'm sure I'll tire of the greens in a few weeks or months, but in the meantime, I will take advantage of the inspiration.

Monday, November 08, 2010

Article ~ Laurie Stern

El Cerrito Patch.

On the Fence

There is a line, an invisible line, drawn in the sand of our minds that separates what we believe are "natural" essences, and those which are not. I've discovered through multitudes of conversations, and through sales at TSD, that quite a few people are not yet ready to trust the natural isolates route some NBP's have taken of late. I completely understand. The question that is asked most often is, 'How far from the original source is too far?' I don't know the answer to that question and other questions burning in the minds of the purists, but what I do know is that quite a number of my clientele have turned up their noses at the very limited number of products I carry that include minimal amounts of natural isolates. And to be honest, I'm not quite 100% behind the natural isolates movement, no disrespect to those who are. I still feel that there is a lot of room left in the all natural spectrum to create new and fabulous scents without seeming repetitious. In fact, I had an opportunity to use the raspberry ketone natural isolate recently in a perfume formulation in which the scent profile of raspberry was perfectly suited, but I chose instead to stick with the less refined raw materials, building the profile from scratch, as it were. It took quite a lot of manipulation and a few rare gems of essence to do so, but my conscious has been appeased by the experience. Sometimes it feels like cheating even to entertain the idea of using isolates. I may well change my mind in a month, 6 months, a year, but for now, I need to stick with the all naturals, regardless of my show of enthusiasm at learning something new and potentially enlightening beginning in NBP, and the fact that I've actually used isolates in a few things. It just feels best to be a purist right now.

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Scent - Sound Connection


I found this quite interesting, and revealing, if true. It would explain some of the obesity problems we're faced with. On the other hand, we're not rats. Well, most of us aren't.


In Pursuit of Silence

Pink Grapefruit


So. The pink grapefruit "flavored" soap over at TSD's Etsy Apothecary isn't moving. Not a centimeter. Too bland? Too simple? Would it help any if I said it was made with all certified organic base oils? Organic olive oil, organic coconut oil, organic mango, organic cocoa butter. There's also a generous splash of coconut milk, which any mad scientist type soaper knows adds loads of lush creamy lather to the soap. Plus, it isn't just grapefruit. It's wild orange, lemon, petitgrain bigarade -- and pink grapefruit. Show the pink grapefruit some love -- I'm giving away two bars of the stuff right here. To enter this giveaway, just comment in the comments section, and tell me who wrote this,

"How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."


Friday, November 05, 2010

Interview with Dabney Rose & Giveaway at LPR

Dabney Rose has been interviewed for Le Parfumeur Rebelle, and has also generously offered to sponsor the November 2010 LPR giveaway!

Violet Nymph Gone Goddess


Rather than leave well enough alone, I, in my infinite wisdom *cough*, have "beefed up" the existing Ianthe the Violet Nymph formulation to become a fully fledged musky violet goddess with a big "G". Additions such as genet, wild verbena, carrot seed, yuzu, linden and a couple of different roses have turned this shrinking violet into a battering ram -- of sorts. It may still need a bit more adjusting as the sonication continues to reveal empty spots in the composition, but I'm determined it remain a violet fragrance regardless of how it unfolds, even if I have to use all my vintage orris resin tincture. There are quite a number of vintage oils and homemade distillations used in this composition -- I even entertained the idea of using the Star Rio Red grapefruit distillate I made a month or so ago, and I may still yet.

I'd forgotten how absolutely delicious ambrette is. I got a little smudge of it on my fingers yesterday and must have looked like a crackhead while driving to pick up my son from school, the fingertips of my right hand practically jammed up my nose while I drove. I tried to be discreet, but who can be discreet around something that makes your toes curl with pleasure? So, it sounds a little pornographic, so what. You do it too.

Big G ~ orris absolute, violet leaf, champaca, benzoin, oakmoss, orris tincture, orris resin tincture, tuberose, ambrette, rose de mai, antique santal, cassie, santal CO2, tonka tincture, almond, boronia, genet, ambrette CO2, verbena, carrot seed, orris butter, yuzu, rosa damascena, rose otto, linden blossom absolute

Happiness

Sometimes, even if you make a complete ass of yourself, making someone else laugh can make your day. Perhaps even your week. Just think how the world would be if you made someone laugh every single day, and they made someone laugh, and so on and so forth. Eventually, it would come back to you and someone will go out of their way, and possibly make an ass of themselves, to make you laugh. Laughter is a drug that doesn't need propositions to make it legal, it can't get you busted and thrown in jail for having a baggie of it hidden under your car seat, and you don't need a medical laughter card to get away with legal laughing.






Perfume.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Art Show


This art show coming up on the 20th has me in knots. My production level has increased to about three (more like four) times what it normally is. Nothing like something significant and potentially affirming to kick my usual procrastinating butt into high gear! I don't do it all 'fo' the money, ho, the money, ho, the money . . . ' no, I do it because it's what I do. I'm usually painfully shy and introvertive when it comes to crowds, meeting new people, et al, but ask me about perfume, and I'll talk your ear off with only a few moments of 'oops, I'm talking too much' reaching my cognitive brain. Hopefully I won't be a clam during the show. I feel like such a whore selling myself that way.

There's a violet, um, thingy brewing in the sonicator. I used a lot of my vintage orris resin/orris tincture, both in this formulation and in the chocolate candies I made the other day, which, by the way, were exquisite. I couldn't help thinking, though, every time I'd eat one, that I completely understand the allure of using ambergris in confections, not that I did or would, but I get it. Ooh, just had a thought -- hyracium chocolates! Ew. Okay, I think I may be taking this a bit too far . . .

So the violet thingy in the sonicator -- a bit like Ianthe the Violet Nymph, but fuller, less a nymph and more a full grown goddess. My hope is that the vibration will bounce those molecules to swift maturation. So I can take it to the show. And have it ready for the holy days coming up.

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Violet Truffles

Spent the morning perfecting the recipe for violet truffles made with orris root tincture, dark chocolate and cream. So far, so good.

Maybe this would translate well into a perfume . . .

Monday, November 01, 2010

It's Official

The kick off has commenced . . . or something like that. That holy-day is coming up quickly and everyone is in a frenzy -- no money, little money, flush in the green; make it, buy it, trade for it. Oh, what are you going to do?

Here's what I'm going to do -- I'm looking to my friends who have businesses similar but maybe not 'xactly like mine. Friends who create special things for tucking into stockings or wrapping in handmade paper (also obtained through friends). Etsy's cool, I mean, I sell there. But we often forget, while in the super sonic vibration of advertising, that we have the option to find some really cool objets d'art created by people we know or are acquainted with who aren't on Etsy. People who will oftentimes make some custom doo-dah for us just in time for Yule or Christmas Day. People you should be giving your business to.

These are the top of the list places I'm heading for this year:

Alchemy Works for some inks (my sons will love these), some vegetal musk incense for me mum, and some other stuff -- for me!

Chant Aromatics for soap (but you already make soap! you say, yes, but I don't make these soaps), and Swamp Hag for my dil.

MoonaLisa's for whatever she may have ready at the moment.

There are others, but I'm strapped for time here. I'll make more suggestions as the days progress, hopefully before it's too late to do anything about it.

Another thought or idea for gifting -- astrology or card reading.

Le Parfumeur Rebelle October Giveaway Winner


Vicki T. of Watsonville, CA!

Congratulations Vicki, your soaps are on the way!

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